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Jan 2023
It's a hell,
Even when there are mountains,
scenic rivers, with sun shining,
Shimmering landscape,
and a burning village,
Because in the city nearby,
Monsters are breathing,
With their hands on guns,
They feel at ease in killing,
The land of their ancestors,
Ruled by these monsters,
It's a hell,
for innocent bystanders.
Druzzayne Rika
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Druzzayne Rika  24/F/Living inside the poetry
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